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    Date: 5/7/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: dirty_chop, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    This was a collaboration of the same story told twice; once from her point of view, and once from his. Chris didn't know that I knew. I'd been suspecting he'd been out doing all manner of things he shouldn't be doing. True enough, it had been a while since we'd had sex. But a lot of that I chalked up to the end of my pregnancy. I was uncomfortable, physically, and he just wasn't really into it. But months after our daughter was here, things still weren't picking back up. So when I heard third or fourth hand that he'd been getting his somewhere else, it had my attention. Ordinarily I might have chalked it up to being paranoid, but I had to know. It wasn't just one. It was here, there, work, bars, anywhere. Honestly, I didn't know what was worse? Was it worse to chase ass to satisfy your physical needs? Would it be worse if he had some "commitment" to one or the other? Either way, there's a place in hell for men who cheat on their pregnant wives. Having heard the stories of people who had taken revenge in public or weddings or with families, I decided I was going to have mine. Publicly wasn't for me. But I had something in mind that would cut deep. So I reached out to an old friend. Our hotel room was on a high floor with huge windows, which offered a great view of the river and the city. I'd gotten it for an adult night, telling Chris that we were out of sync, and that a pampered night in a room that cost more then we should spend was a nice way to spend an evening. So I ...
    left the windows open for ambient light, and placed a chair in the corner. The city's lights were enough for him to see what was going on, but keep the mood. "Alright babe," he said. "What's on tap for tonight?" His one was almost callous. For anyone who didn't know him, he'd have sounded interested. But years of knowing him told me differently. He was here to avoid a fight, or to try to avoid hurting my feelings, or not to waste the money I'd already spent on the room. Maybe all of the above. I had other ideas. "Well, how about we start here," I offered gently. At 6'4" he was a solid foot taller than me. So I kissed his neck as high as standing on tip toe could offer, and unbuttoned his shirt. I slid my hands up and down his chest, pausing to lick my fingers before teasing his nipples. He responded by working my shirt open as well, and I let it fall to the floor. I always had nice tits, or so I was told. I carried a solid C cup on a frame that was a little to small for them, so they always looked big without sagging. Right now, I was happy let him massage them a bit, even if I could tell he was mildly interested. "Alright, have a seat right there. I'll be right back," I told him before rubbing my hand over his cock to determine his level of interest. Okay, so maybe he was a bit more interested than I thought. But I wasn't sold. I came back with a large bowl of hot water, washcloth, and towel, and was totally naked. The cool air in the room and anticipation of my plan coming ...
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